[yan bingyun has his reasons for attending - the promise of information from those who have been stuck here longer than he has. possible allies among those who feel the same way that he does about it. ...curiosity too, though it's hard to admit that one even to himself.
"pleasure" certainly isn't one of the draws, but stranger things than yan bingyun having a little fun have surely happened.
spies do have a fondness for anonymity, so he does like the enchanted masks. he chooses a rather plain silver one, puts it on and starts to "mingle". he ends up at the refreshments, tentatively sniffing something on one of the sticks before offering it to whoever his next to him.]
It's chicken.
[try it. show him it's not poisoned.]
lock box.
[it's possible that he might ask someone to dance, but mostly as a pretense. as a way of learning something from another during a short period of shared closeness, instead of a genuine desire.
fortunately the lock box has its own ways. halfway through the night yan bingyun finds himself moving with a purpose, a feeling that he rather likes. he scans the crowded ballroom until his eyes land on someone, and heads in their direction without ever looking away.]
I must have a dance with you, whatever it takes. You may ask anything of me in return.
yan bingyun | joy of life | ota
[yan bingyun has his reasons for attending - the promise of information from those who have been stuck here longer than he has. possible allies among those who feel the same way that he does about it. ...curiosity too, though it's hard to admit that one even to himself.
"pleasure" certainly isn't one of the draws, but stranger things than yan bingyun having a little fun have surely happened.
spies do have a fondness for anonymity, so he does like the enchanted masks. he chooses a rather plain silver one, puts it on and starts to "mingle". he ends up at the refreshments, tentatively sniffing something on one of the sticks before offering it to whoever his next to him.]
It's chicken.
[try it. show him it's not poisoned.]
lock box.
[it's possible that he might ask someone to dance, but mostly as a pretense. as a way of learning something from another during a short period of shared closeness, instead of a genuine desire.
fortunately the lock box has its own ways. halfway through the night yan bingyun finds himself moving with a purpose, a feeling that he rather likes. he scans the crowded ballroom until his eyes land on someone, and heads in their direction without ever looking away.]
I must have a dance with you, whatever it takes. You may ask anything of me in return.